That Girl Is a Monster Songtext
von Dr. Dooom
That Girl Is a Monster Songtext
I′m shoppin' right now, my ass off
You home writin′ some bullshit literature
I need to think about you and reconsider
Your chicks punch they clock, goin' out to Vegas to suck cock
You don't know me, I′ll swing a machete on your block
You can′t recognize fly when you see it
You'se a bitch that need it
You see the size of my fuckin′ bags, you read it
How the fuck you think you competin'? You Monster Zero bitch
What side of my ass do you want to kiss?
You a starvin′ artist, tryin' to make it to the Grammies
With a cheap perfume that smell like piss
That girl is a monster
She′s a chicken grease whore
That girl is a monster
Tell her I don't live there any more
Baby, you lookin' for A&R, people to back you
Where′s your hairstyle and beautician?
Just because you got a little page with a few bullshit pictures
You think you competition, turn down that funky ass
I′d rather take your poodle and cook him in the kitchen
When I urinate you listen, you see the wrists glisten
How many pots in your name you got to piss in?
Your powdered face, fuck, you suck
I make these chicks wash up and get they pubic hair cut
I'm the type of motherfucker
To spray the bottles of Lysol on your butt
Watch you close, tryin′ to steal some shit
I keep my eyeball on your butt
You emerge from the scene intimidated
My flow make you frustrated
Steady buyin' shit, I love it ′cause you hate it
You better walk off to a pad, administrate it
That girl is a monster
She's a chicken grease whore
That girl is a monster
Tell her I don′t live there any more
Walkin' back and forth through the corridor
Ask me more, the Black & Deck cut off your jaw
Hands sittin' like jewelry on the dresser drawer
You catch a tour, see your legs by the reservoir
With 3 mo′fo′ po' orange Troops
I′m leathered up with orange goose
Nail a b-boy stance in the woods like I'm on forty-deuce
Take a picture bitcher of D-R Dooom
Come to the Days Inn and see our room
The Wicked Witch pass by the window on the broom
I′m in the bathrub playin' with a raccoon
That girl is a monster
She′s a chicken grease whore
That girl is a monster
Tell her I don't live there any more
That girl is a monster
She's a chicken grease whore
That girl is a monster
Tell her I don′t live there any more
You home writin′ some bullshit literature
I need to think about you and reconsider
Your chicks punch they clock, goin' out to Vegas to suck cock
You don't know me, I′ll swing a machete on your block
You can′t recognize fly when you see it
You'se a bitch that need it
You see the size of my fuckin′ bags, you read it
How the fuck you think you competin'? You Monster Zero bitch
What side of my ass do you want to kiss?
You a starvin′ artist, tryin' to make it to the Grammies
With a cheap perfume that smell like piss
That girl is a monster
She′s a chicken grease whore
That girl is a monster
Tell her I don't live there any more
Baby, you lookin' for A&R, people to back you
Where′s your hairstyle and beautician?
Just because you got a little page with a few bullshit pictures
You think you competition, turn down that funky ass
I′d rather take your poodle and cook him in the kitchen
When I urinate you listen, you see the wrists glisten
How many pots in your name you got to piss in?
Your powdered face, fuck, you suck
I make these chicks wash up and get they pubic hair cut
I'm the type of motherfucker
To spray the bottles of Lysol on your butt
Watch you close, tryin′ to steal some shit
I keep my eyeball on your butt
You emerge from the scene intimidated
My flow make you frustrated
Steady buyin' shit, I love it ′cause you hate it
You better walk off to a pad, administrate it
That girl is a monster
She's a chicken grease whore
That girl is a monster
Tell her I don′t live there any more
Walkin' back and forth through the corridor
Ask me more, the Black & Deck cut off your jaw
Hands sittin' like jewelry on the dresser drawer
You catch a tour, see your legs by the reservoir
With 3 mo′fo′ po' orange Troops
I′m leathered up with orange goose
Nail a b-boy stance in the woods like I'm on forty-deuce
Take a picture bitcher of D-R Dooom
Come to the Days Inn and see our room
The Wicked Witch pass by the window on the broom
I′m in the bathrub playin' with a raccoon
That girl is a monster
She′s a chicken grease whore
That girl is a monster
Tell her I don't live there any more
That girl is a monster
She's a chicken grease whore
That girl is a monster
Tell her I don′t live there any more
Writer(s): Keith Thornton, Kurt Matlin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
